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He too leaned toward Fels' deduction, that there were other entrances to the dungeon unknown even to them.

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"Is that the underground waterway?"

"Yes, this underground waterway is even more complex than the city itself. There are many places that even we cannot fully grasp."

" ..."

"Perhaps it was done by people outside the city. Or maybe... it's the handiwork of the Evilus, remnants of a dark faction?"

Fels moved the magic tool on his hand and exclaimed: "You mean..."

"Ah, it's uncertain. Anything could happen."

The Dark Faction was a group of deities who despised order and worshiped chaos.

After the Black Dragon Subjugation failed fifteen years ago, when Orario's strength greatly declined, these people began to emerge.

They ceaselessly created chaos in the city, murder, smuggling, spreading faith in chaos, committing every imaginable crime.

There was no reason, only pure malice.

But even weakened, Orario was not a place just anyone could trample on.

Led by the Guild, powerful familias joined forces and destroyed these evil factions.

The Evil Gods were sent back to the heavens one by one, stripped of their divinity. The evil mortals who lost their blessings were slain by furious adventurers. But... some remnants slipped away, hiding in the shadows, barely surviving.

They constantly watched the changes in the city, waiting for the right moment to rise again and destroy this hated place in one strike.

"Speaking of which, it's fortunate. During the Monster Pheria, someone let loose the monsters captured by Ganesha Familia, which alerted adventurers ahead of time. That mess, though troublesome, wasn't entirely without value."

"But... I'm still very concerned about the mysterious person in the reservoir."

At this, even Uranus became slightly curious.

"The mysterious one who fought the Violas? Since they stood against the enemy, perhaps we could find them and cooperate."

"These Violas acted with discipline. The intel brought back from Rivira suggests that there is likely a tamer behind them."

"Since Loki Familia's squad has already returned, the information will surely spread soon."

"A pity that Hashana was killed, and the cargo's whereabouts are unknown."

"What about the recipient?"

"Already returned to the surface."

"And the result?"

" ..." Fels fell silent.

Uranus understood. He sighed, sorrow weighing on his face.

"So it really is...?"

"Yes."

"The monster-mutating Jewel Fetus, the Violas, the new species... the Dungeon itself has been defiled."

"There is something we do not know... brewing within the Dungeon."

Even Uranus, the old god who used divine might to suppress the Dungeon, was unable to perceive this unknown crisis unfolding in the shadows.

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The "Twilight Manor," residence of the Loki Familia.

Late at night, the manor was still brightly lit and lively.

All because the leaders and captains had returned.

Inside Finn's office.

Loki, Finn, and Gareth sat on the sofa, discussing the information gathered during this Dungeon expedition.

"Man-eating plants, mysterious Jewel Fetus, monsters mutating through parasitism, and that strange red-haired woman unlike any human. Ha! you just went to the Dungeon to earn some money, and ran into this much trouble?"

Loki exaggeratedly spread her arms, chattering away.

Finn gave a wry smile.

"Yeah, it feels like our peaceful days are slipping away. Orario... is about to fall into chaos again."

"Hehehehe, a few days ago Bete and I also went down to the waterway, and we got a little something out of it."

"Hmm?"

"Well, we caught a couple of small fry, but they didn't seem connected to the incidents."

Thinking of that god, Loki frowned slightly.

Then she relayed the information to Finn and the others, confirming the identity of their temporary ally.

"The god Dionysus, huh. I do remember his familia." Finn crossed his hands under his nose, lost in thought.

"They're one of the city's mid-tier familias. But how are they involved with the Violas from the Monster Pheria?"

That was the real issue. Finn decided to cut straight to the point.

Loki crossed her legs, swirled her iced wine, her eyes narrowing with a sly grin.

"Well, he claims he was also a victim of this incident."

"He's a victim too? Did some of his children die to those monsters?"

"That's what he says. Because his children were killed, he went to investigate the waterways."

"And then... here, take a look at these three magic stones. The one on the left is from the children of Dionysus Familia when they died. The one in the middle is from the 50th floor you brought back. The one on the right was won by Lefiya during the Monster Pheria."

Three abnormal magic stones lay neatly arranged on the table.

Almost instantly, everyone in the room grew grim.

"Green magic stones... and all with that same eerie glow."

"Are they the same type... or perhaps part of the same series?"

"Yes. Whether it's those worms or the Violas, they all belong to the same new series of monsters."

"Then... what exactly is their origin?"

" ..."

" ..."

The riot of Violas on the 18th floor, the mysterious red-haired woman, the beast tamer, the chaos of the Monster Pheria, the discovery of the underground waterway (provided by Fron), the clue of Dionysus Familia...

When placed together, it faintly felt as if they were all connected.

The key link was the mutated magic stones.

...

Fron did not yet completely realize the dark undercurrents surging behind the entire incident. They were still far beyond his reach. Even if he knew the full truth and the one behind everything, what could he do? It was not a problem one man could solve.

Not even the strongest, like Ottar, could just charge in, doing so would be like throwing an egg against a stone, never to return.

At this moment, Fron's goal was clear: to become stronger, to gain the power to protect his companions.

In the central plaza, the white Babel Tower stood like a god, eternal and unshakable, piercing through the clouds, radiating unmatched authority.

Beside the grand and luxurious fountain, Fron sat down quietly.

Nighttime was not the hour for adventurers to enter the Dungeon, so the plaza was nearly empty, with only a few adventurers passing by or common folk taking in the cool night air after drinking.

Strolling leisurely to the fountain, Fron held honey wine bought from a tavern, drinking contentedly as the night breeze cooled him. Watching the streetlamps flicker, listening to the minstrels and musicians' beautiful songs, his thoughts began to drift.

"These past days... I've been through a lot."

Thinking so, he began to reflect on the gains and growth he had achieved during this time...